Jin Qianqian was a little speechless as she watched the furious Gu Lejia storm out. 'What was with that fierce glare he shot me right before he left?'
Gu Wenheng had noticed it too. "Don't mind him. He really thinks everyone owes him something."
"It's the New Year; let's not get angry with him," Jin Qianqian said, not wanting to fan the flames. She changed the subject. "Uncle Fu and the others are almost done with the preparations. We should head over, too."
This was their first New Year here. Although they didn't have family with them, the reunion dinner was not to be missed.
Gu Wenheng carefully laid his book flat, then stood up and took her hand. "Let's go."
Gu Lejia glanced back at the tightly shut main gate, his brows furrowed deeply.
"Your Seventh Uncle is truly cold and heartless. You're his only nephew here, and he can just ignore you completely."
